A new Life for Harry Potter.

Authors Note: Hey guys! Well here is chapter 16 early once again lol. Chapter 17 will be out in a few days. I want to say thanks for all your votes and reviews ^_^! I have a little suprise for you all in this chapter so review and tell me what you think.

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Hermione silently watched as Voldemort ravaged Helaine’s face. The two were so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice everyone in the room staring at them. Voldemort and Helaine ignored them all and left the infirmary, lost in their own little world. Hermione turned her attentions back to Bellatrix and Rabastan, who were still staring at her. They both had the same look of shock and disbelief on their faces. This wasn’t how Hermione wanted her first meeting with her real family to go. All her hopes were wasted now so she needed to make the most of this situation. She felt a proper introduction was in order.



“Um… hello I’m Hermione.” She said. She held out her hand for Bellatrix to shake. The woman just stared at her. Hermione dropped her hand and turned to Rabastan. Her uncle was a very handsome man. He was tall at least six feet two. His dark brown hair was shaved close to his skull and his skin was unusually tanned. He had a lean body but you could tell he was still strong even after a fourteen year stint in Azkaban. Bellatrix walked over to the other occupied infirmary bed and shook the person lying there awake; it was another man who Hermione could only assume was her uncle Rodolphus.



“What’s going on Bella who are all these people…?” Rodolphus asked before he trailed off when he caught sight of Hermione. Bellatrix helped him sit up in bed. Rabastan grabbed Hermione’s hand and led her over to the bed facing the one Rodolphus was in. He sat next to her still holding her while Bellatrix sat next to her husband.



“Who are you?” Rodolphus asked. Hermione looked at him closely; he looked a lot like Rabastan. He was a little taller and had long dark curly hair. His eyes were a dark brown almost black. He had the same unusual tanned skin and had a much bigger muscular frame. Even with the time he spent in Azkaban she could tell her uncle was a power wizard.



“My name is Hermione. I’m the daughter of your sister Regina and her husband Duncan Sinclair.” She told him. He gasped in shock. He leaned forward on the bed trying to get a better look at her. He sat there staring at her for a while before a lone tear fell from his eyes.



“How is this possible we were told you died along with your parents? Where have you been this whole time who has been taking care of you?” He asked. All eyes were on her at this point, she knew what she was about to tell them was going to be hard to hear but they deserved the truth.



“The night you all went to Azkaban, Dumbledore and a small group of auror’s came to Sinclair manor. Dumbledore claimed he was there looking for dark artifacts that you may have hidden there. I guess that after my father refused to let them in Dumbledore and the others attacked. My mom and dad tried their best to fight them off but were over powered and killed. When Dumbledore found me he took me with him and gave me to a couple of squibs, the Grangers. They raised me in the muggle world, when I was eleven I got my Hogwarts letter and was sorted into Gryffindor. I didn’t learn about my true parentage until a few weeks ago. After we found out me and Helaine escaped, the Dark Lord was kind enough to take us in.” Hermione told them.



No one said word for what felt like an eternity. Bellatrix was quietly crying besides Rodolphus who looked shocked and angry. Rabastan had stood up and was pacing by the bed. It hurt to see the pain on their faces, pain Dumbledore had caused. She hoped that when he meets his end she could be there to see it.



“Raised by filthy squibs…bastard murdered my sister, I’ll make him pay!” Rabastan suddenly shouted startling Hermione. He looked absolutely furious; he had an insane glint in his eyes as he paced in front of the bed like a caged animal.



“Of course brother, he will regret the day he raised a hand against the LeStrange family.” Rodolphus said. He too had the insane glint in his eyes, one that promised retribution. Hermione didn’t have to worry about Dumbledore. The moment the LeStrange’s got their hands on him he was a dead man.





Meanwhile back at Hogwarts Dumbledore sat behind his desk nursing his wounds. He had been utterly defeated and humiliated. Voldemort could have easily killed him while he was distracted by the fiendfyre; instead he hit him with a stupid cutting curse. Dumbledore knew Voldemort was just toying with him, taunting him with his failure. He was determined to never let it happened again.



Dumbledore let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up from his desk. Everything had been planed out perfectly; he had managed to round up support from the Auror department without Fudge’s knowledge. If things had gone to plan he would have been celebrated for single handedly bringing down Voldemort, now he was lucky if they didn’t throw him in Azkaban. It had all gone to waste when a few overzealous Aurors blasted a hole in Malfoy manor alerting the enemy to their arrival.



He wished he could have at least found the girls, but after a search of the manor they found no sign of the girls ever being there. If only he could find them alive he may be able to save himself after this total failure. He knew Voldemort had them and it would only be a matter of time before Snape returned with information. He had been so sure going to Malfoy manor was the best course of action only to have it blow up in his face. What he needed to do now was be patient and regroup; everything was going to work out, he was sure of it.



Suddenly he heard the floo activate and someone step through. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was the minister of magic. He wasn’t surprised that word of his mishap had traveled so fast. He turned and greeted his visitor.



“Hello Cornelius, I’m sure you’re here to discuss this afternoon.” Dumbledore said. Cornelius had a sad and disappointed look on his face.



“Good evening Dumbledore, yes we need to talk. May I sit?” He asked. Dumbledore motioned for him to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He walked around and sat in his own chair waiting for the inevitable onslaught. Cornelius shifted in his chair nervously and cleared his throat.



“Now Albus you know why I’m here. An hour ago an angry Lucius Malfoy stormed into my office telling me that you and a group of Aurors had raided and destroyed him manor. Of course I didn’t believe him at first, think there was no way Albus Dumbledore would do something so reckless. However to my complete shock and disappointment I find out that it’s all true. Have you gone mad, what were you bloody thinking, and how dare you go behind my back and use the Aurors for your own personal means.” Cornelius said.



“Cornelius I was doing what was right Lucius was harboring Voldemort and other Death Eaters in his home. I also had the feeling that was where they were hiding Miss Potter and Miss Granger. I know this looks bad now but it will all blow over once I catch Voldemort.” Dumbledore told him.



“Would you please stop with all this you know who nonsense? He hasn’t returned and it is going to stay that way, you’re the only who is hell bent on his return. Albus do you have any idea what the press is going to do to you when this gets out? I can almost see the head line of the daily profit now. Insane old man attacks high standing aristocratic pure blood for no bloody apparent reason. I’m sorry about this Albus but my hands are tied. You are here by stripped of you Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock titles and are banned from the wizengamot until further notice.” He told him with a sigh.



“You can’t be serious Cornelius, don’t you think that is a bit extreme?!” Dumbledore shouted.



“I’m sorry Albus but that was the best I could do, Lucius wanted me to bring you up on charges. He has a meeting with the school governor’s tomorrow to discuss your future at the school, Lucius is out of blood Albus I’m afraid this little incident is far from over.” Cornelius told him. Dumbledore just sat there helplessly as all his power slipped through his fingers.





Back at the castle Voldemort and Helaine had left the infirmary and headed up stairs. He took her down a narrow hall way to a secluded room. Once inside Helaine saw it was a warmly decorated bedroom. The walls were painted in a deep earthy green; all the furnishings were made out of mahogany. The bed was huge four poster with black silk sheets and sheer black curtains. The whole right side of the room was made up of floor to ceiling length windows.



Helaine walked over and looked out the window. The view was astounding. Huge evergreen trees stretched as far as Helaine could see, each tree was covered in an enchanting blanket of pure white snow.



“Where are we?” She quietly asked. Voldemort came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist; he pulled her close to his chest and nuzzled her neck.



“We are in Germany, Bavaria to be more specific, at my castle the silver serpent.” He told her. They stayed in front of the window for a bit longer, with Voldemort holding her the whole time. She felt comfortable and safe in his arms.



“How did you get away from the manor?” She asked him. He had long noticed that she didn’t call him by a name. Having her call him Voldemort just didn’t seem right to him.



“Helaine you may call me Tom if you wish.” He told her. She turned and looked at him; she had been trying to figure out what to call him for a while now. She knew Tom was his real name and she also knew he hated it.



“Are you sure?” She asked him. He smiled at her and kissed her softly.



“Yes love, I’m sure.” He told her. She didn’t know when it happened but their relationship had shifted. From being bitter enemies, to allies, to whatever they were now, she didn’t know but whatever it was it was nice.



“Ok Tom… how did you escape Malfoy manor?” She asked him again. He liked the way she said his name, like she was the only one meant to say it.



“I had a small duel with Dumbledore then I apparated away.” He told her. She had a hard and cold look in her eyes one he had never seen before.



“Did you kill him?” She asked. He could tell she was hoping he had, he had never seen such coldness in her not even when they were on opposing sides.



“Alas no, I could have but I think he deserves to die in front of all the people he has wronged, to atone for his sins.” He said. He was glad to see the cold hard look leave her eyes, that look didn’t belong on her face. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her, letting all his feeling out in that one kiss. Soon the kiss deepened and their hands were roaming each other’s bodies. When they pulled apart Helaine could see the passion burning in his eyes, he wanted her and she wanted him too.



He brought his hands up to rest on her shoulders. He eased his fingers under the straps of her dress slowly pulling the straps down until the fabric fell in a pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties. She blushed deeply as his gaze raked over her whole body. He kissed her again making her head swim with pure pleasure. When she needed to breath he kissed down her jaw stopping at her neck were he licked and sucked until there was a tiny red mark. Helaine let her head fall back giving him better access to her neck, willing him to continue with his pleasant ministrations. Suddenly he stopped and pulled back to look at her.



He looked her in the eye trying to gauge how she was feeling about this. He had wanted to be tender and patient with her, to build up to this type of intimacy. However with Dumbledore trying to take her away something inside him snapped. He needed to mark her to claim her as his own. He had to have some part of her, he couldn’t wait any longer.



“Helaine are you sure about this?” He asked her in soft whisper. She didn’t answer she just reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with her dress. She was almost fully exposed now, and she was offering herself to him. He groaned at the sight of her naked breasts, they were perfect. He caressed the side of her left breast making Helaine shiver. He was still watching her as if he expected her to tell him to stop.



“I’m sure Tom, I want this, and I want you.” She told him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, when he opened his eyes they were clouded with lust. He scooped her up and carried her over to the bed and laid her down softly. He sat on the side of the bed and ran his finger tips over her skin leaving a trail of heated flesh in his wake. Helaine could feel the wetness beginning to pool at her core. He pulled out his wand and vanished all of his clothes except for his boxers. He climbed onto the bed straddling her legs.



He kissed her lips, her neck, all along her collar bone, all the way down her chest. He stopped when he came to her breasts. He stared at them for a moment as if her were in awe of what he was seeing. He softly kissed all around the fleshy part of her right breast, avoiding the nipple. She gasped and shivered as his breath ghosted over her sensitive skin. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, standing up asking him to touch them. He ignored them and continued kissing her other breast slowly torturing Helaine.



Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, his tongue flicked over her nipple causing Helaine to moan in delight. He then began to suck her nipple in earnest, making Helaine writhe underneath him. He continued with his attentions to her breasts until she felt as if a million tiny fires had been ignited all over her body.



“How does it feel Helaine, when I kiss you like this?” He asked her. His voice was coarse and heavy with need. Helaine couldn’t come up with an answer; her brain had turned to complete mush. “I’m waiting for your answer Helaine.” He said as he gently bite her nipple making her back arch off the bed.



“Oh god…it feels good…like I’m on fire.” She told him. She wasn’t even sure what she said made sense but she really didn’t care. He kissed his way down her stomach stopping when he got to her panties. He looked up at her as he pulled the thin fabric between his teeth. He slowly eased them down until he came to the juncture where her thighs were still closed tightly. He put his hands behind her legs and slowly coaxed her legs to fall apart. He kissed her newly exposed skin as he pulled her panties completely off. He sighed when he looked between her legs making Helaine snap her thighs together.



“Is something wrong with me down there?” She asked him. She hadn’t looked at herself down there since her change. She hopped that she didn’t look deformed or something.



“No my dear nothing’s wrong, in fact you’re absolutely perfect.” He told her. She blushed deeply at his words. He lowered himself until his head was right between her legs. Helaine gasped as he kissed her inner thigh. He kissed and licked all around the place she wanted him most, driving Helaine crazy.



“Tom please…touch me.” She said. Finally he complied. He kissed her moist folds not parting the lips. He rubbed the tip of his nose in her pubic hair gently brushing her clit. Helaine moaned and grabbed his head trying to keep him in place. He chuckled and moved her hand. He pushed her legs up further so that they rested on his shoulders; he wasted no time going for his prize. He used his fingers to part her lips, lapping up the clear fluid the leaked from her vaginal opening. She tasted sweet, like the most exquisite candy he had ever tasted.



He swallowed the fluid feeling her warm essence flow down his throat. He continued to lick her opening until his face was covered by her sweet flavor. He moved up to her clit tracing little figure eights around it with his tongue. He saw she had the sheets clinched in a death grip, her eyes were shut tight and she was panting. He felt proud he was the one doing this to her, that it was him making her feel such pleasure.



Helaine was losing her mind; she had never felt anything like this before. Her whole body was tingling. She felt a feverish warmth building between her legs; she knew she was close to her release. With another flick of his tongue Tom hit her sweet spot making Helaine’s whole body quiver.



“Oh god Tom…I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She shouted. It felt like a billion fireworks had gone off in her brain; she was floating and falling at the same time. When the waves of pleasure subsided she fell back on the bed feeling completely boneless. Tom moved up the bed lying beside Helaine, he held her close as her body shivered from the aftershocks of her release.



After a while when she had come down from her high, Helaine sighed contentedly. She turned to Tom and smiled, her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed but Tom thought she looked beautiful. She planted soft kisses all along his chest as her hand moved to touch his erection. He grabbed her wrist stopping her before she could reach her goal. She looked at him confused.



“I thought we were going to have sex.” She said. He smiled at her, he wanted very much to make love to her but he knew she wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He pulled her close to him so that she was lying on his chest.



“Not tonight love. We have plenty of time for that so don’t worry; besides you need to rest.” He told her. She nodded her agreement and drifted off to sleep in Tom’s arms.